Biane and Clemora couldn't believe their eyes. Their sight lay on the famous blonde woman who held on top of the vile creature's shoulder, with an immense amount of blood dripping from her severed arm.
The guards were stupefied. The enemy had captured their goal, their most treasured, Golden Demoness. Their knees wobbled at the sight, as the weapon in their hands got heavier with every second advancing forward.
Time seemed to stand still. Not a word was let out from Nostria's side, at least not two.
"RELEASE HER!"
Bore with flaming rage in his heart, Jugen didn't spare a blink as he shot fire against the mightiest orc in the tribe. The veins in his temple bulged as tens of arrows zipped the sky at a frightening rate.
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"Ho?" The king of the elf raised his brows. "That halfling surely has talent with the bow, too bad he is still weak, and add to that, that bow is a piece of trash."
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